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... I feel ill. (Chick has prior arrests, I see. Chaaarming.) I need to hug my cat and feed him fish. People sure suck sometimes, don't they? (How apropos is this icon, too? Ugh.)
Also, today are EU elections and hardly anyone seems aware or even care. Norway's not a member so it's not an issue for me, but it's still slightly depressing. Democracy is a right earned with a lot of blood of our forefathers. Care for it a little, yeah? (Not that I am the EU's biggest fan. Um, no.)
Meanwhile, there was another BSG screening with UN panel attached. Reports from it here and here, and some red carpet pictures here. EJO and MM look hot. I approve.Resist the urge to write RPF. RESIST
Got a PM from someone asking if I was writing on stuff of late. Yes, I am. There is the remix, which I can't really tell you anything about since it's meant to be hush-hush until the reveal. I'm also very slowly writing on a AU season four finale thing. I can share a bit of that.
This hurts. Hurts like every nerve in her body is screaming out at once, bodily sensations ramming into her and filling her mind.
This can't be death. There's too much pain and not enough escape from it.
"Laura," a voice says. It's Athena, calm and reassuring. "Madam President, just breathe."
Laura breathes, and lifts a hand – it's slick with goo. She's in a tub of it, and moving the hand to her head, she can feel hair too. This isn't the body she was dying in what feels like a few minutes ago. This isn't...
"But I'm not a Cylon," she breathes.
"No, you're not," Ellen Tigh says, leaning down and beaming. "You're the first human we've managed."
Ressurection technology, Laura remembers. The Final Five regaining it for a deal with the Cylons. A truce, Bill explaining it to her. Bill's arms as her body collapsed a little, and only sounds of sick bay after, flashes of faces leaning down over her. That was dying. This is not.
"You've ressurected me," she says and her own voice sounds peculiar even to her, as if it can't settle on an emotion and therefore have none.
"You volunteered," Ellen says, lifting her gaze. Laura follows it to see Bill in the back. He doesn't lower his gaze as she meets it, his eyes darkly blue with guilt and joy both.
"I'd like to get up now," she says after a beat, Athena and Ellen both extending a hand. She takes both, feeling someone from behind fold a bathrobe around her. Saul. Saul is here too, and she can see Tyrol leaning against a wall, a hand around Tory's wrist like a claw.
Bill steps forward as she takes a step, the sense of strength in her bones so unfamiliar it almost throws her off balance.
"I'd like a shower," she tells him. He nods, taking her hand softly, seeming not to mind the organic material still clinging a little to her skin. "Bill, what have you done?"
"Ensured humanity's survival," Ellen is the one to answer. Her eyes are bright like stars, and holding some of the age of them. "We can all live now."
'We can all not die,' Laura thinks.
But honestly, I haven't really pushed myself to write too much of late. I do tend to like writing on order though (journalist in me, I suppose) so: Prompt me. Give me five items or a piece of dialogue or something from the kink meme or a setting or something else you consider a prompt.
No guarantees and I am most likely to write BSG or possibly some Doctor Who, but summer has started and I should have some writing time. So hit me.
... I feel ill. (Chick has prior arrests, I see. Chaaarming.) I need to hug my cat and feed him fish. People sure suck sometimes, don't they? (How apropos is this icon, too? Ugh.)
Also, today are EU elections and hardly anyone seems aware or even care. Norway's not a member so it's not an issue for me, but it's still slightly depressing. Democracy is a right earned with a lot of blood of our forefathers. Care for it a little, yeah? (Not that I am the EU's biggest fan. Um, no.)
Meanwhile, there was another BSG screening with UN panel attached. Reports from it here and here, and some red carpet pictures here. EJO and MM look hot. I approve.
Got a PM from someone asking if I was writing on stuff of late. Yes, I am. There is the remix, which I can't really tell you anything about since it's meant to be hush-hush until the reveal. I'm also very slowly writing on a AU season four finale thing. I can share a bit of that.
This hurts. Hurts like every nerve in her body is screaming out at once, bodily sensations ramming into her and filling her mind.
This can't be death. There's too much pain and not enough escape from it.
"Laura," a voice says. It's Athena, calm and reassuring. "Madam President, just breathe."
Laura breathes, and lifts a hand – it's slick with goo. She's in a tub of it, and moving the hand to her head, she can feel hair too. This isn't the body she was dying in what feels like a few minutes ago. This isn't...
"But I'm not a Cylon," she breathes.
"No, you're not," Ellen Tigh says, leaning down and beaming. "You're the first human we've managed."
Ressurection technology, Laura remembers. The Final Five regaining it for a deal with the Cylons. A truce, Bill explaining it to her. Bill's arms as her body collapsed a little, and only sounds of sick bay after, flashes of faces leaning down over her. That was dying. This is not.
"You've ressurected me," she says and her own voice sounds peculiar even to her, as if it can't settle on an emotion and therefore have none.
"You volunteered," Ellen says, lifting her gaze. Laura follows it to see Bill in the back. He doesn't lower his gaze as she meets it, his eyes darkly blue with guilt and joy both.
"I'd like to get up now," she says after a beat, Athena and Ellen both extending a hand. She takes both, feeling someone from behind fold a bathrobe around her. Saul. Saul is here too, and she can see Tyrol leaning against a wall, a hand around Tory's wrist like a claw.
Bill steps forward as she takes a step, the sense of strength in her bones so unfamiliar it almost throws her off balance.
"I'd like a shower," she tells him. He nods, taking her hand softly, seeming not to mind the organic material still clinging a little to her skin. "Bill, what have you done?"
"Ensured humanity's survival," Ellen is the one to answer. Her eyes are bright like stars, and holding some of the age of them. "We can all live now."
'We can all not die,' Laura thinks.
But honestly, I haven't really pushed myself to write too much of late. I do tend to like writing on order though (journalist in me, I suppose) so: Prompt me. Give me five items or a piece of dialogue or something from the kink meme or a setting or something else you consider a prompt.
No guarantees and I am most likely to write BSG or possibly some Doctor Who, but summer has started and I should have some writing time. So hit me.
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Date: 2009-06-06 06:08 pm (UTC)OK, five things, and they can be in the one fic or spread between five fragments: the five bonds of Confucian filial piety: ruler/subject; father/son; husband/wife; elder sibling/younger sibling; friend/friend. (Weirdly, that's the first plotbunny that hit, but I have been reading a lot of Chinese-based lit of late.)
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Date: 2009-06-06 08:16 pm (UTC)Might spark something, we shall see ;)
Your icon is made of win and cute
Date: 2009-06-06 11:16 pm (UTC)I reckon I might be one of the few sad people out there caring about the elections. Hell, I even tweeted about them. I know the EU is problematic but it has its positive sides and I do identify as an European, after all...I'm going to vote tomorrow, I always feel the 'duty' part of a vote quite strongly, no matter if it's a national, regional or European election. Must be the Catholic in me, I'd feel guilty if I didn't do my bit as a citizen.
MM and EJO look very hot indeed.*saves pics*